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Downtown New Haven was always jam packed all hours of the day, and late nights were no different. Considering the events that transpired at the police station earlier in the month, it was a surprise that life continued as usual in some parts of the city. All it took was a call to the Commonwealth and boom, parts of the city were sectioned off and quarantined to prevent the artifact crisis from spreading beyond what was already affected. Downtown was under the heaviest of defense, with UC snipers stationed on top of every skyscraper and air support in the form of assault choppers raiding the skies. Civilians were still free to live life as they normally would, yet with the prevailing military presence, crime was suddenly hush-hush. Let's just say even the hardest of street gang members were grovelling at the feet of patrolling lieutenants. At least when it came to the lowly street gangs--the higher tier ones knew the game well enough to keep their own shit going.

Somewhere in the clutter of tall tenant buildings, skyscrapers and closed food kiosks was a Hellion owned bar, still up and active, slipping under New Haven's human radar after all blame was pinned on someone for the outbreak. Complete with a large parking lot with enough space in its rear to fit twenty or more cars, the Fire Pit was quite the swinging place, especially on weekends. Streets would be clogged on Fridays and Saturdays with vehicles of patrons paying visits and paying their entire paychecks just for a few authentic Gehenna drinks. Tonight was no such night, though, as it was decently slow enough to be called a hangout joint rather than a full blown club. Mondays... The bar was a hole in the wall joint, a first-floor space in a ten or so storey tenant building, with two driveways on either side leading to its aforementioned rear parking lot. Its name was in bright red lettering, written in old Nordic style font to reflect its Hellion benefactors, complete with an old-fashioned sign hanging over one of the large windows in a fireball design, wood and paint weathered and faded from months of being exposed to the elements.

A sleek black limo pulled up in front of the bar, and Dave Cruxis stepped out of the back, dressed casually for the night's events. A black v-neck tanktop and a pair of slightly shredded blue jeans and worn black work boots was his attire, and the only accessory save for his assortment of ear piercings was his gold Fenrir necklace. All he had for weapons was his bastard sword slung casually to his back. He sauntered to the front of the vehicle briefly to give the driver a generous tip and a pleasant smile before leading the way to the sturdy front door of the bar.

The strawberry blonde dingo follows the wolf out of the back of the limo. Sasha shakes out her hair to settle the locks easily onto her shoulders. Today's attire was simple and flashy. The deep red top looked like a cross between a halter and a apron. The top cinched tight under the built in bra before hanging loose all the way down to mid-thigh in front. The backside though as nearly none existent with only the straps around the neck and across the back to hold the top together. A few thousand beads created a glittering flame around her neck across her breasts. Individual beads sparkles like embers falling down across the apron skirt. More fire glittered around her wrist in the form of matching gold and ruby bracelets.

As for bottoms the dingo decided to be daring and lazy by keeping on the tiny mesh sided black boy-short bikini bottoms she was wearing to sunbath on the poach earlier in the day. As if to compensate for the skimpy outfit she is wearing heavy duty boots that covered all the way to her knees. The polished black leather though was soft and comfortable to allow for easy walking and dancing. The inch thick sole was made for marching and three inch heel more than accented her long legs. The pointed toe of course has a steel plate reinforcing it.

As for weapons any guy or gal could see she was unarmed and simply could not be concealing anything on her body.

"Almost makes you nostalgic," Sasha chuckles as she takes in the bar and surroundings. "I'm not quite dressed for a rodeo this time around."

Last out of the limousine is a younger dingo hybrid, Janet. Her long dirty blond her is tied back in a pony tail. She is wearing a purple paisley dress that she could never wear without bottoms to protect her modesty. The fluffy loose pleated skirt while long enough simply flared and flowed to much to keep her covered. So she pulled on a pair of dark navy leggings before slipping on her Mary Janes. Weapons for today was pretty much medieval with her arming sword and buckler clipped to the belt over the left hip and a small danger hanging off the right. For kicks she keeps her basic necessities in a small bag tied to the belt as well.

"Well this looks like an interesting place." Janet says as she steps clear of door and onto the sidewalk. She looks around a bit before turning to Dave. "So, we just go inside?"

Sasha looked lovely as always, her choice of dress for tonight's events adding a little flair to the otherwise cozy night. Their daughter, Janet, remained modest in her choice of dress. Quite the family outing, he figured. No complaints from his end.

"Well this looks like an interesting place." Janet says as she steps clear of door and onto the sidewalk. She looks around a bit before turning to Dave. "So, we just go inside?"

"Well, yeah," Dave said with a grin as he opened the heavy door into the establishment. "No need to knock or make reservations; they're pretty tight with your old man here."He held it open for the girls to enter before allowing himself to enter last, closing the door behind him. The bar was like the Lucky Basterd in atmosphere only, with its setup being completely different from its sister location down in Gehenna. The polished wood floor reflected the bright lights from the ceiling enough to give it a lively feel while still looking homely. To the right were booths, and the left from where they stood was the bar itself. The entire interior was an L-bend, and behind those shelves, no doubt, was that famous kitchen Whitey made sure was replicated to the T when the Fire Pit first opened. Some round tables sat in the center of what could be called the "aisle" between the booths and the long bar. There were a few patrons tonight, some who just got off work for the night and others who decided to come up to the surface to escape the stress that was serving the ruder nobles.

Dave couldn't exactly blame them; nobles like Hoteph and Gilgrim were beginning to get a little pushy with their positions again. They were even outright refusing orders from him and Itachi. That was going to be dealt with shortly. He and Itachi texted ideas back and forth on how best to deal with them while avoiding the inevitability that was an all-out war against the two powerful allies. Nothing suited to their tastes surfaced yet.

The night's hyena demon greeter approached them with a bright smile, his short black-silver hair spiked to appease the surface masses, garbed in all black from his long-sleeve button down shirt to his dress shoes. Even the apron was black, though you could see a bit of mess from a couple of drinks he had on break earlier that evening. Jengo was the man's name; he was awesome at making people feel at home when he worked at the steakhouse down in Gehenna. When he got laid off, Whitey gave him a job immediately after when this joint opened, doing what he did best: saying hi to people. Without a cheerful greeter, you couldn't have a homely joint, even if it was a Hellion establishment."Evening, Lord and Ladies Cruxis," he said happily with a wave, his purple-flecked gold eyes shining with pride. "Where may I seat you tonight?"

"Eh, take a table for the night," Dave replied with a grin, whipping out a twenty from his wallet and passing it to Jengo as another generous tip. "Keep up the good work, brotha."

"Thank you!" beamed the hyena before leading the way to an empty round table. "Right this way please!"

Sasha enters first and steps aside to wait on the others. She surveys the other patrons of the bar and wonders which, if any, would give them trouble tonight. Janet looks around a bit before find the restroom sign. She heads in that direction to freshen up. Sasha follows Dave to the table and takes the seat facing the bar. She smiles at the hynena waiter as she wonders just how many eyes followed her bare back as she her way to the table. Janet returns a minute later, still drying her hands with the paper towel. She shrugs and takes the chair facing the door. She flicks her pony tail over the back of the chair before leaning back and pondering what she wants to order.

Jengo nodded his head as the three took their seats, setting down the leaflets for the daily specials."I'll have someone right with you momentarily, my friends!" he said before making his way to the bar.

"Very good," was all Dave said with a smile, setting his sword by the side of a chair before taking a seat.

Dave took a quick peek at the leaflet, figuring out if he even wanted to load up on a mixed drink that wasn't Sasha's or Sloan's creations. He shrugged as he set it back down. Nothing seemed interesting on today's lost, unfortunately. Their options for drinks were always excellent and varying, but the wolf was feeling fairly vanilla tonight. Beer, perhaps. From a stein. As for food, well, the menus weren't brought about yet.

Dave took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. The past month's events were kicking the shit out of him, and there was no suitable means of venting that could alleviate the weight. Even intimacy, pleased as the women were, did nothing for him. This was stuff that needed to be put directly on the table.

"These artifacts are really getting under my skin," he said once he was done clearing his head, straightening out his posture.

"I would hope not." Sasha says with a bit of a shiver. "Anyway, leave your work at the door." She chides Dave. She scans the drinks wondering what she would start off with.

"Thinking something simple myself like a 'Blow job' chased down with some 'French Kiss'"

The first drink is a shotglass filled with equal parts irish cream and amaretto, and topped with whipped cream. The second is a combination of vodka, raspberry liqueur, orange liqueur, and whipping cream served in a champagne flute.

She turns to Dave, "maybe it should be the other way around?"

"Anyway, leave your work at the door," Sasha told him. Dave took a glance at her, smiling slightly before checking over what he wanted for a drink."Guess you're right," he muttered."A flaming lamborghini sounds about right." Janet says looking over the drink list. Dave laughed silently, debating what he wanted to challenge his liver with tonight."Expensive vehicle to burn, the kerosene probably wouldn't even taste good I bet," he joked. He knew what the drink was, he just felt like getting his mind off the stress of the city's events with some poorly-founded sarcasm."Thinking something simple myself like a 'Blow job' chased down with some 'French Kiss,'" Sasha stated. She turns to Dave, "maybe it should be the other way around?"

Dave's eyes met Sasha's after she spoke, and he shrugged with a short nod."Don't matter to me which is first," he answered with a sly grin. "So long as it feels good for you."He set the drinks list down after deciding what he wanted."I'm feeling a Zombie for this mystic," Dave said as he cross his hands over one another on the table.

"Expensive vehicle to burn...""It's petrol not kerosene, but it be like a cow in a chemical fire next to a tire yard." Janet says setting the drink card back into the stand. "And its not that expensive if you get one used or junked."

"So long as it feels good for you."Sasha leans forward so Dave can have good view down her cleavage. "I always make it good for me." she replies in her most seductive growl. She smile at the wolf. Then leans back in a vary masculine pose, legs spread and arm across the back of the chair. Still locking eyes with Dave she teases the crotch of her thin bathing suit. In her best masculine voice, "Am I man enough for you?" She wiggles her fingers over her crotch like stroking an imaginary bulge then teases the front of the shorts down a tiny bit to prove to the wolf that there is nothing underneath and that she recently waxed.

"I'm feeling a Zombie for this mystic,""That would seem like a no brainer." Janet pokes back and looks around wondering who watched Sasha's little show.

"You? But I thought it was a cooperative effort," Dave poked back with a wink and a click of his teeth, enjoying the view Sasha gave him. He could have easily had his face in those lovely pillows earlier in the day if it was just the two of them in the limo. But he barely had time to see both of his beautiful dingoes, the best time was tonight or a few months from now. Janet was always busy on her flights as well; any time was better than no time with a daughter he only recently met.

Dave leaned back a bit and watched Sasha put on a bit of a free show for him, here in public, in front of everyone...he didn't mind, but a classy bar like this was not the time or place. Oh, who was he kidding, he was going to rip a head off if he let the stress pile further onto him. The wolf only got some action outside of work, when the workload was low. This was his one chance to get free eyecandy without having to throw wads into some panties."Am I man enough for you?" came Sasha's question in a humorously masculine tone, making Dave chuckle softly. He watched her show him what she had underneath her shorts--barely anything--before flicking his eyes back up to meet her naughty gaze."Seems your balls went missing along the way, Ms. Manly-Man, but I ain't complainin'," he joked, eying the few turning heads who wanted to know just what the hell was happening. All he had to do to ward off those looks was extend a hand and wiggle his fingers as if he was asking for cash, making the onlookers turn back to their business at their own respective tables or spots at the bar. He gave a wink and a thumbs up in their direction as if to congratulate them for their compliance.

"As for no brainer, Jan, I wasn't even aware I had one of those newfangled things," Dave said as he returned his focus to his playful wife. "Hard to believe, ain't it?"

An older gentleman in the same kind of dress as the greeter approached their table, his white shoulder-length hair slicked back to keep his bangs out of his single gold eye, the other scarred from a battle Dave gathered took place centuries ago. His graying tail was frizzled yet still clean and well-kept. Man was retired for a few decades, well before Dave's time in the council, and he guessed the gentleman was on waiting staff as just a means to do something and get out of his house. Probably down in Hell somewhere, in the section of the city run completely under some other wolf lord's control.

"Good evening, Lord and Ladies Cruxis," the man said with a short nod of his head, "my name is Baldric, I will be your server for the night. How may we start your night?"

Dave took a quick peek around the table at Sasha and Janet, nodding as they had all agreed on their orders. Each placed an order while Baldric wrote down the drinks on the notepad. When all was done, he smiled and nodded."We'll have your drinks out right away!" Baldric said with a smile."Thanks, man," Dave replied with his own grin, unsure if he wanted to extend his hand in thanks for the man's service to the military. Now wasn't the time, and here wasn't the place. Perhaps when they cross paths in Hell in the future, he would. But not today.

Baldric turned and made his way back to the bar, leaving the family back to their own business. The wolf lord could only nod once."Interesting fella..."

"...but I ain't complainin'""I can always fix that, if that is what you want is a thick Popsicle to suck on." Sasha says keeping up the masculine timber. "In private."

"Maybe you can prove how good you are by polishing my boots first." She adds stretching out and resting her feet on Dave's thighs. She leans back to relax with her hands behind her head till its time to place her drink order.

She stays comfortably stretched out though as she muses on the appetizers. "Wings or potato skins?"

"I can skip the appetizer and go straight for some burgers." Janet says. "Though I vote for mozzarella sticks or jalapeņo poppers."

"I don't do boot licking, but I can demonstrate on a few bottles," Dave replied nonchalantly as he unlaced one of her boots to slide off and give her a foot rub. He took one more survey with just his eyes around the room, noting whatever pairs of eyes were in his direction were now focused on either other scantily-clad women who came up form Hell to have some surface atmosphere or their own beverages and meals. Were it any other noble sans Itachi up here, there'd be some sneak peeks heading this direction. Dave started working out Sasha's heel as he gave her the foot massage, musing over the appetizer options thrown at him.

"Wings or potato skins?"

"I can skip the appetizer and go straight for some burgers." Janet says. "Though I vote for mozzarella sticks or jalapeņo poppers."

Dave shrugged and nodded, turning the foot rub into one of the lightest of tickles with the tips of his claws. It was light enough to be sensitive, but ticklish enough to maybe help Sasha relax...more than she already was."Sampler plate, this way here we get everything," Dave suggested, facing Janet. "Comes with everything yous mentioned, plus a couple sliders, buffalo tots and...think Whitey mentioned a small pile of calamari?" A shrug, and then, "Either way, I'm down for that and some burgs myself, though...I'm feeling more of a steak so rare it can freakin' moo.

Sasha purrs a little as Dave massages her foot. "That sounds good" She says in reply at the suggestion of the appetizer plate. "As long as there's enough of everything. I can do with a steak, though probably more of a medium rare. I don't like it that bloody."

"I ... third the appetizer plant. Though I'll stick with the burgers." Janet says while watching in the direction of the bar to see if she could spot their drinks being made and brought out to them.

"So, appetizer plate, two steaks--one freaking bloody as hell, one medium rare and kinda bloody--a burg..."Dave leaned back in thought as he circled the pads of his thumbs over Sasha's heels. He glanced over in the direction of the bar, watching the speed and skill at which the baristas worked, mixing their drinks together. What was it the trio ordered again? Blow Job, French Kiss, Lamborghini, and Zombie? Wild night ahead, were their livers human. Baldric gathered the mixes onto a tray, Dave noted, and brought them over to their table.

"Here are your drinks," the man said cheerfully, placing the drinks at their respective owners' places. "Blow Job and French Kiss for the lady--"

"Hey now, that's my job," Dave cracked with a smartass grin. Baldric chuckled as the Lamborghini was placed in front of Janet next.

"Lamborghini for the lass. Hope you got a designated driver," the old wolf said, and then lastly the orange drink was placed right in front of Dave. "Zombie for the lord, unlike what we have lumbering about New Haven, smartphone users included!" the waiter added with a wink.

"Thank you," Dave said with a cheerful nod. Baldric surveyed the table before asking next, "Do you guys need more time to think over meals, or will you be set to order?"

"Set to order," Dave answered. They all placed their food orders next, same process as before, with their waiter thanking them politely and remarking, "Your food will be right out." The old wolf sauntered away back to his post, while Dave continued with his wife's foot massage. He made a mental note to take Tam and their children out for a night on Gehenna during the week. The lioness deserved a fancy date, and the kids deserved some time out of that stuffy old manor. While he was on that track, maybe it was fair to bring Sasha and Janet down to the manor for a couple of days...

No, leave work at the door, even if it was deeply rooted in family matters.

"So, how's work been goin', Jan?" Dave asked as he sipped through the straw in his drink.

Post by EightTailFox on May 30, 2017 at 4:55pm"Yep. That's the wolf job and I bet he can't wait to go down on me" Sasha says with hearts and smiles as she relaxes to the foot rub.

"I know a few whirlybird pilots I can call to pluck me out of the harbor later." Janet jokes back. She sips at the drink, totally indifferent to the flames coming out of the top of the drink.

"Work been going well. Had this one flight were we had to wear bikini's the whole time. Nice navy blue number with side ties. Perfect for sunbathing though slightly chilly to wear the whole flight. I mean it didn't even cover my back side at all. Had to take a hot shower after the flight cause things were numb from the chill. I wasn't the only one too. I had some friends to help wash my back and work the blood back into the numb areas." Janet says in her best no bullshit tone. She takes another sip of her drink. It was best not to let all the alcohol burn away.

Post by Mister Karma on May 30, 2017 at 7:03pmBikini flight...well, that caught Dave's attention. He even stopped with the foot massage, hands still on Sasha's soft heels. The wolf blinked a couple of times, looking at absolutely nothing, trying to process the thought. Then again, why would something like that come as a surprise to him? Janet worked with the Archives' and Archives' allowed for shenanigans like that to go on in all aspects of their operations; why would flight be any different?

"And you didn't take or share any pictures?" Dave inquired, calling her on her anecdote as he shook his head and blinked a couple more times, facing her. He really wanted to grin, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. He did share a few made up or exaggerated anecdotes about his job a few times with Sasha and Janet, like one instance where it was wear a speedo to work day. Alastar, of all lords, took them up on that word and showed up in nothing but an Irish flag colored banana hammock. The only one not complaining was Davena (obviously). "So, it was...what, for staff and passengers' eyes only?"

"Well since you asked," Janet replies coyly as she fishes out her phone. She flicks it on and loads up the photo gallery. She keeps up a poker face as adjusts the brightness to keep others from easily seeing the phone screen. She shorts through the galleries to find the right day. She gets up so she can hold the phone for him to see it. Leans over him, arms to either side to make sure no one else can get a good look at the phone's screen. She rests her head on his neck and shoulder as she operates the phone.

The very first picture of the slide show was not what she expected. It was of her sprawled asleep on the locker room bench wearing nothing but a generous coating of baby oil. Legs spread by the bench and back arched by a folded towel, and the pic as framed to give a clear view from her feet up. Next was a zoomed in pic of only the upper half of her followed up by a thigh up taken from above, someone must of stood on the bench to get the height needed. A side view, someone moved Jans limp hand between her legs so it looked like the dingo was touching herself. She fast forwards through the gallery. There was 20 more pics of other flight attendants doing lewd things solo, in pairs, and from the brief flash... in a group. A photo of a sign reading 'should we have waken you for the fun?'

Finally it was the pic she was expecting. A selfie of her in covered by the towel and holding up the skimpy bikini. Another of her posing like a supermodel wearing the barely there bikini. The bikini covered barely half of what a normal one would cover in front, over half of her modest breast was exposed for the flowers only covered the areola with the stem forming the back strap, the normal outline of a bikini was traced out in leaves and string. Between the legs the flower was only just adequate to fully cover the lips of the privates the stem going between the legs to serve as the thong back. A third pic had Jan now wearing a shear robe that did little to hide what she was wearing underneath as the dingos knees are up by her ears and it was still covering her bottom.

The next was a series of her posing in front of the plane. The more pics are of the other nubile flight attendants doing their solo poses. There was a few of the group posing in front of the plane. Next is a pic of Jan posing like the captain with while making a heart in front of her privates. Another was of a post card pushed down the front with the words 'wish you were here' clearly visible. The next series of pics are of Jan being entertaining with a few of the other flight attendants by sharing the same reclined chair. The bikinis never came off but hands certainly went places. The last pic proved that the flower did fully cover the important bits from below.

The phone was apparently stolen again as she had to mute the video of her in the shower. "I think I need to actually borrow those golf clubs... I have a scheduled colonoscopy for Lilia the next time I meet her." She leaves the now silent video running of her washing herself under the water. She skips to the next item though when she spots that her hand was going between her legs for something other than washing. The next pic is something she expected, a pic of a tomboyish flight attendant with her face buried between Jan legs. She fast forwards through the rest of the relaxation and massaging.

The next two pics is of her stretching bottomless in just a lacy green bra. She almost has panties her back panties on in the next. The tight fitting no-line black panties are fully on in the third as she was grabbing her normal cloths from the locker. "Maybe I need add a lock code to my phone." Janet whispers into Dave's ear with a chuckle.

Nice...lewd pics of his daughter.Exactly what I want to see on a night out. The hell did I do to the family by not being there?Pic after pic, it was either her scantily dressed, completely naked or in some kind of near sexual encounter. Well, he did ask for it. Dave took a glance over at Sasha for a few seconds, gaping slightly as if words were caught in his throat. You could say cat got his tongue, but neither Tam nor Myr were here. He had his own tongue, and he was saying, I was born on a pirate--SHIT! Then again, should this have come as a shock to him? She worked for the Archives'. Archives' was an organization that was really loose on fraternizing rules. he even partook in it from time to time and he wasn't even technically part of their ranks.

His only real action he could take was let it roll off his shoulders; to be fair, during his early days with Sasha and Rose, he kind of bred this behavior to begin with. They even planned on teaching any kids they talked about having about where babies came from through a hands-on means. God, was Dave on some kind of crack back then? Possibly, given the people he knew."Maybe I need add a lock code to my phone," Janet whispered into Dave's ear, getting only the slightest of chuckles from him. Dave brought up one hand and gently lowered the smartphone screen-down towards the table before anyone else in the area decided to take a peek.

"We can do naughty picture trade on the way home," Dave whispered back, fighting off a grin. "Council's just as crazy, but we don't want these Hellion workers here knowing that. You got my word." Finally the grin came through, and he just shook his head at himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Make the code like...69ingchipmunks or some shit they can't guess, you won't have nearly as many troubles," he laughed. 69ingchipmunks...where the hell did he pull that code from?

Janet takes the phone back to its home screen. "Well they like nuts so I wouldn't be surprised." Janet replies. "I'm sure I can come up with something that works." Jan laughs and heads back around the table. She puts her hand over the top to put out the flames, the drink has been burning way to long as it is. She sips the drink and wonders what she should get next. Probably a Long Island. ... or Three Mile Island.

Sasha wiggles her toes to get Dave's attention then licks the cream off her face from the blow job. "Should see the family vacation pics then." Sasha teases.

"Maybe on the ride back home," Dave reassured as he returned his focus to Sasha's feet. Unconsciously he started playing piggy with her wiggling toes, watching her wipe the whipped cream off her face. Not like it was going to make any difference, he chuckled darkly to himself. The sight was already seen by him, in more ways than one. Several nights, even.

They had already hit controversial subject matter for discussion, and Dave had tons on the nobles, just as much as they had tons on him. The difference was they could spew the stuff to any listening ear and Dave wouldn't deny it; he could leave behind a nuclear holocaust in his wake, and own up to it. Anyone like Gilgrim, Hoteph or even Vlad needed to hang back for a few weeks, think up a damn good lie to protect their image, and hope the public ate it up. Well, have you ever wondered why credible lords like them in the past have suddenly become jokes? The no-nonsense attitudes of the five up top, from Lord Itachi Kumaria himself down to Lady Azura, kept things (mostly) transparent. However, the controversies Dave had in mind for tonight weren't anything vocational.

"We did a bathing suit day ourselves a few weeks back," Dave said in aside, voice low so only the dingoes could hear him. He grinned and shifted his glance between them. "Ever wonder what Alastar looks like in nothing more than a speedo? It's hilarious, and the guy was totally flaunting it."

"Got the pics to prove it?" Sasha asks."I bet you can rock a banana sling shot" Janet says. She says poking at her phone. "Probably in hot pink." She chuckles and starts up a silent play of some kind of tower defense RPG.

"I think should one of those asymmetric ones that are like a one sided jockstrap garter." Sasha comments back."Banana leaf, no other leaf would be big enough to cover him." Janet counters."Elephant sock. Shove the junk in the trunk and have the a tie hang down to cover the rest." the older dingo jokes."badger, badger, badger... Argh! Snake, a snake! Snaaake! A snaaaake, oooh its a snake!" Janet sings back."So a trouser snake with with tie?" Sasha chuckles.

"I do," Dave replied just as slyly, threatening to tickle Sasha's feet with a few more than gentle strokes of his claws. "I'll send you a select amount and show you the rest on the limo ride home, how's that?" he finished, quickening his claws over her smooth skin. A hot pink speedo on him...no, that would not do. It needed yellow stripes! No banana sling was complete without a trademark banana color. Sasha and Janet went into a conversation in regards to his junk right after, Dave only chuckling and rolling his eyes to himself as he listened in.

"I think should one of those asymmetric ones that are like a one sided jockstrap garter." Sasha comments back."Banana leaf, no other leaf would be big enough to cover him." Janet counters."Elephant sock. Shove the junk in the trunk and have the a tie hang down to cover the rest." the older dingo jokes."badger, badger, badger... Argh! Snake, a snake! Snaaake! A snaaaake, oooh its a snake!" Janet sings back."So a trouser snake with with tie?" Sasha chuckles

"Now, Janet, how would you know the size of my junk? Didn't I slip you silence money to forget that truth or dare night?" Dave joked at his daughter. He continued after a couple of seconds, "I mean, they're not bad choices of cock cover, but I always imagined just getting a little graduation hat and gown for it. Its graduation ceremony was long overdue." He grinned fondly at the memory after independence was won. He and Terza were on a hill overlooking the nearby river where the family and the rest of the Continental Army were shooting off their fireworks, celebrating their success. A sweet, warm wind blew over them with a hint of gunpowder. No blood. Just the kind of firework smell they wanted. Well, the two canines had their own idea of fireworks that night, so much so that they ended up almost rolling down the opposite side of the hill. They were virgins at the time, after all. "Were" being the operating word here."Bang Class of 1776, baby," he chuckled, the double entendre completely intended.

Dave took a quick peek over at the bar, nose twitching to try and pick up any scents of freshly cooked food. Unfortunately, given the demanded meals, all the smells were muddled, and his instinct backfired on him. Oh, well. They placed their order not even ten minutes ago--wait a minute, Baldric was approaching them holding a large platter, hand upright with the plate in the palm of his hand. Finally, the appetizers!

"Your meals will be right out, friends," Baldric said cheerfully as he set the loaded appetizer platter down in front of them. "Any refills on your drinks?"

Dave shrugged. "I'm set, not like anything here can get me drunk," he replied with a tinge of disappointment. Not even Sasha's mixed drinks could send the strong-livered wolf into a stumbling blackout stupor. Baldric laughed, understanding the wolf lord's root of disappointment; the Cruxis lineage was known for keeping down its liquor well.

Post by EightTailFox on Jun 12, 2017 at 3:50pm"I don't know what your talking about. You're hung well enough to give a horse a case of envy. At least that's what all the rumors claim." Janet jokes.

"So what about the ladies?" Sasha asks. "All this beef cake... I want cheese cake. Anything good on the other end?"

"Yeah. A Three Mile Island Ice Tea and a Tropical Getaway." Janet orders reaching over to grab one of the wings.

"I don't know ... hmm I think I'm up for a Sex with the Bartender and a Caribbean Threesome" Sasha says and shifts to set normally at the table again. The dingo helps herself to a loaded potato skin.

"Think he could handle it." She asks smiling at the waiter. "Maybe rope you in as well." Sas teases.

Dave only arched an eyebrow at Janet's remark. He could question where she heard these rumors, but in Archives', word got around fast about a good lay. Itachi used to be the one the organization would praise way back in the day, though that was probably an exaggeration on a certain busty tigress's part. Once Tam gave the green light on polyamory, that was it. Women flocked to the Cruxis couple faster than birds heading South for the rare chilly winter. He smirked at the memories of the past three decades, of how quickly the women who enjoyed the fox lord were suddenly brought to Heaven before relishing the heat of Hell inside them by the wolf lord. Don't get me started on their time with the lion queen...

"Let's not feed the rumor mill anymore than it's already been fed, hon," Dave said with a dismissive wave. "Pretty soon, people will be telling tall tales of our sexploits, and not enough about our family itself. We wanna keep C cups at C cups, foot longs at foot longs, and be remembered for how much ass we can kick."

"So what about the ladies?" Sasha asks. "All this beef cake... I want cheese cake. Anything good on the other end?"Dave blinked; he didn't even send Sasha the pics yet! How'd she get a hold of them? Or was she cold reading him again?"You'll see when we get in the limo," Dave teased with a wink and smirk. "Patience, my dear."

Baldric wrote down the drink orders while Dave grabbed up some calamari rings with a fork, pondering what he'd want for a drink."You know what, maybe add a Mountain Dew to that, please," he added. Baldric smiled and wrote in the extra soda. he glanced at the lady's lewd joke, smile never faltering.

"Now I can't do that to the good lord," he said with a shake of his head and hearty chuckle. "That's your business, after all." He set his notepad away in his apron before giving a barely noticeable bow of his head. "Your drinks will be out shortly, friends."

As the gentleman left the table for the bar, Dave withheld his own chuckle."You're gonna gimme a heart attack by the end of the night," he told Sasha, his laughter slipping through his words. Despite all this, he could already feel the stress of the last few weeks' events melting away, like a giant weight was slowly being lifted from his shoulders. Fun times like the good ol' days with the beautiful dingo, just different occupations on all fronts. Plus an adult daughter.

That was something Dave still needed to wrestle with...

"I'm pretty sure you help make some C-cups, D-cups" Sasha says cupping her own assets. "And I rather spank and plunder asses than kick them" Sasha says with a smirk. She helps herself to some of the squid as well. "Drive a fat sword nice and deep and make them scream out for more."

"You left your sword at home though" Janet teases before helping herself to a slider.

"I always pack extras" Sasha says smirking at Dave. "I just don't wear it all the time, its to big and stiff and the way it ruins the line of my pants causes people to look at me funny" she chuckles. She tries the tots.

"Tuck it down the inside of one leg like I do. Makes it easy to access the controls on the more boring flights" Janet says. She decides to help herself to some of the squid as well. "Anything like a pant less Tuesday?" She asks. "Or topless Thursday?"

"I'm pretty sure you help make some C-cups, D-cups. Drive a fat sword nice and deep and make them scream out for more," Sasha replied suggestively. Her boob groping wasn't helping Dave's eyes keeping focused on the people around them. Why were Australian women so kinky?"So, basically recapping our first night?" Dave joked with his own smirk.

"You left your sword at home though" Janet teases before helping herself to a slider.

"I always pack extras" Sasha says smirking at Dave. "I just don't wear it all the time, its to big and stiff and the way it ruins the line of my pants causes people to look at me funny"

"You'll never match the real thing, anyway," Dave teased back. "Neither of you. Remember what I said to you, Janet, when you walked in on my Oh Long Johnson dare. 'One day, you too will have one like this.'"

"Tuck it down the inside of one leg like I do. Makes it easy to access the controls on the more boring flights" Janet says. She decides to help herself to some of the squid as well. "Anything like a pant less Tuesday?" She asks. "Or topless Thursday?"

"Well, the swimsuit day was more because we were sick of the heat," Dave began, helping himself to his own share of the tater tots. "Granted, we're Hellion lords and we're supposed to be toughened against this heat. But we decided, 'You know what? Lucifer ain't around to tell us how we can and can't dress. The No-Beard Clause is gone completely.' Not that most of us sensible lords would follow such ridiculously specific and controlling codes."He paused, giving himself time to process the tots before continuing."So me, Itachi, Azura, an ecstatic Alastar and a reluctant Falken all fell into agreement. Lords should be able to have fun at work just like the businesses established throughout Gehenna. Thus, Swimsuit Day was born."Dave choked back a laugh at the thought of Gilgrim and Hoteph scoffing off the notion. He recalled such participation was mandatory, and if the lords who showed up weren't dressed in their swimwear, they'd be ignored entirely. That was quite possibly the only reason why Falken conceded. That, and Dave placed his mental money on the fact that the coyote lord wanted to show off his German flag trunks.

"If we did Topless Thursday or Pantless Tuesday, Gilgrim and Hoteph would have some serious issues with that," he finished on that explanation, smiling fondly at the theoretical situation of the nobles having greivances at trivial matters. "Such complaints from them would be hilarious. 'What you two are doing is unprofessional and unbecoming of nobility. Have more pride!'" he said, mimicking the haughty and pompous Hoteph Kemat Elshinnawy, right down to her emphasis on certain words and up-nose glare. Even his voice distorted to match her tone and pitch, a common trait of any powerful demon. "Like, what are ya gonna do, poison us? Tseh. My body can handle the deadliest of toxins. 'S in my genes...and yours, too, Jan.

"Oh, and Gilgrim....heh...he'd try and stab me first before pummeling Itachi. Over Tye Dye Tie Friday, no less!"

"Neither of you. Remember what I said to you, Janet, when you walked in on my Oh Long Johnson dare. 'One day, you too will have one like this.'"

"Well there is always the magics." Jan comments. "Turn turn ourselves into a guys.""But the real thing is so messy and there that risk of accidents. Don't think Janet needs a sis ... or be the mother of her sister." Sas jokes."A sis with a leopard tail... well yeah I don't want to ruin the teenage dream body with kids yet." Jan quips back."Though ... do wonder if you get the famous Cruxis size as a guy" Sasha muses."Yeah ... no ... That was only funny once ... I'm not running around in yoga pants and horse meat down one leg again. Even if its my own wolf meat this time. I walk funny enough with a strap on swinging around. I don't need a attached pendulum to swing around.""always jock straps or why fronts ... run it between your legs.""I don't think dad wants bang you with his male-daughter as the other half of the sandwich."

"Oh, and Gilgrim....heh...he'd try and stab me first before pummeling Itachi. Over Tye Dye Tie Friday, no less!"

"so no days where you come to work with your meat hanging loose and on display. Settle once and for all who's the biggest, and end the day with a giant group orgy of all the lords ladies and the staff." Sasha chuckles."In the council chamber itself?""Sure why not." Sas smirks.

"No, sadly no days like that," Dave dismissed with a smirk and a shrug. "There's still the astigmatism behind nobles coming in wearing loincloths. Lasair came in wearing one one council meeting, and Hoteph went out of her way to ensure all of her ideas, as excellent as they were, were shot down and unable to go through on paper. All because of wardrobe choice."He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and silently scoffing at the memory."Makes ya wonder how Archives' expects several of our nobles to take even dancers seriously, when yous guys are pretty much considered upper-middle class in their hierarchy."That's another cool thing about Archives, you literally have no lower-mid or poor classes," Dave mused, leaning back and folding his hands over his stomach. He drummed his fingers of one hand over the top of the other in deep thought."Is it considered conflict of interest if a Hellion noble joins your ranks...?" he thought out loud.

Sasha waves a cheese stick at Dave. "There kind of is," she replies, "after all there is always those that can't manage their money well or lack the power for higher paying missions. The payout from even a low level mission is more than adequate, though, to cover a miser quite a while. And well even then you can get yourself pretty well kitted out with just hand me downs. Always someone who is re gearing and don't really want to keep there weapons and armor from 20 years ago."

"Or is remodeling and would totally dump a room's worth of furniture onto you to get it out of the way." Janet cuts in. "One poor sod got a house worth of furniture once." she chuckles. The girl takes a sip of her drink.

Sasha continues. "Class and rank are also not related to the other in the group. You can be high rank and still live like a hobo on the streets roasting meats over a flaming trash barrel. I mean there's Nathanial and Kuro. The woodsman mechanic hasn't bought a new suit in 80 years though I doubt there is much of the original under all the patches. And well that black cat just spends his days fishing and living out of a small hut. Despite the rocking urban loft he has in the city."

"Is it considered conflict of interest if a Hellion noble joins your ranks...?""I can't really see why not. At least not a conflict on our side. Hell probably see it as a conflict of interests." Sasha answers with a shrug. She goes for a jalapeņo popper.

"Hell probably see it as a conflict of interests," his wife explained briefly before nomming on a jalapeno popper. What she stated was probably true, not so much from Itachi's perspective, but from the rest of the Court's. Falken, while not a huge fan of the old ways, was still stubborn when it came to outside help. Then there was the terrible trio, the aforementioned Hoteph and Gilgrim, complete with Vlad, who did everything in their power to make sure every task remained in their own interests. Nevermind the fear and general hesitation the rest of the nobles had whenever they even heard Silver's name in any Council meeting. They forgot that the Cruxis clan was preserved and saved through her efforts, for the right moment when a surviving child of Zeron would return to Hell and restore the family to its former glory.

Dave was about to speak when Baldric returned with a tray of the drinks. Each patron received their order before the old wolf added cheerfully, "Your meals will be right out. They should be cooked to your liking!""Thanks!" was all Dave had to say enthusiastically before sipping his Mountain Dew. As the wolf left, Dave continued."Given the shit we're dealing with recently, I feel it's time we have to expand our reaches," he explained. "We can't just snub outside help, or even the possibility of joining forces internally. Which is cool about my standing in the Council, I can do literally anything and it will be justified." Another sip. "Besides, it's kinda hard these days not to be directly involved when three of my mates and my oldest daughter are insiders themselves," the lord added with a smirk and wink.

"I can't disagree with that logic" Sasha says enjoying her drink. "You make it sound like we're using the organization or what not to our own advantage. I assure you I don't go into things like insider trading or being the inside man. I'm more than willing though to be inside a man."

"Or have a man inside" Jan adds enjoying her own drink. "Though this stuff really is above our pay grade."

Dave chuckled and shook his head at the family remarks. In a sense, he had himself to blame for Sasha's no-holds-barred approach at raising Janet. The young dingo hybrid was basically a mini Dave with her own arsenal of spitfire sarcasm."Later on, when we get home," he said with a casual wave. He took a peek over at the bar before turning his attention back to his wife and daughter, building off from Sasha's statement. "But I mean, who doesn't take advantage of what benefits are given to them wherever they work? Soldiers take advantage of their GI Bills over in the Commonwealth to go to school for free, my old meat cutting crew always used their health insurance to get free surgeries they previously couldn't afford--I ain't kidding on that, my crew had some serious health issues when I hired 'em."

Baldric returned, a large tray steadily balanced in dexterous hand thanks to several thousand years of rigorous sword training in the Legions, with their respective meals on top. Dave glanced out of the corner of his eye before grinning and shooting him a casual nod."My guy, right on time!" he said to the veteran. Baldric chuckled as he reached the table, using his other hand skillfully to serve the three Cruxi."So we have here... a rare steak for our wolf lord, medium rare for the lovely lady, and burger for the young lass," he announced cheerfully, placing each plate in front of their respective owners. "And is there anything else I may help you with tonight?"

"I'm good for the time being," Dave replied, sitting up and getting his fork and knife ready like an eager child ready to dig into his birthday cake. Before he even attempted to slice the meat, he added to the ladies, "What about you guys? You two need anything else? 'Nother drink? Whole dinner's on me, feel free to go nuts."

Dave grinned at the girls' replies, turning his head up to face Baldric."They are going to either sleep well tonight or bounce off my walls," he remarked. The old wolf chuckled heartily, writing the additional order down as he gave his retort, "Probably the latter, if I know your family."The wolves shared a soft chuckle before Baldric took his leave. Dave went back to his steak, slicing through it with an ease rivaling the Illusion Blade. He stopped for a moment, taken aback as he grinned again."Like freakin' butter," he muttered before taking a bite. Before he could even taste it, he leaned back in his chair, eyes closed and mumbling soft "mmm" noises. The cooks knew just how he liked it. Safe enough to eat, in accordance with State standards, bloody enough for Dave to enjoy. He sighed, content, straightening himself in his seat. "Melts in your mouth....seasoned just right...goes down easy..."

His gold eyes flicked between his wife and daughter, grin still visible on his face."Gonna be a good night."

Sasha waits for waiter to leave before replying. "Could always rock me to sleep. Just bounce me on your lap till I pass out" She chuckles. "More like make the bed bounce all night." Jan comments between bites."What do we have planned for the night though?" Sas asks as she slices up an inch of her steak."Does it involve walls to bounce off?" Jan chuckles.

"I'll think up something," Dave replied before nomming another chunk of meat. Chew, swallow, continue, "Can't guarantee that we'll be quiet though, whether or not we bounce off the walls. I don't know...probably a retro game sesh? Dig out the old front-loader and tube TV, bunch of games and shriek at em in the basement till, I guess, bed?"That was just one of several options on his mind. Family movie night, late night drink party, small gathering of their friends....the last one usually resulted in a literal underground sex party. He wanted just Sasha tonight. Since the harem, he rarely got to spend one-on-one time with any mate. He and Tam would normally invite Azura or someone who was close to the couple for late night happenings. Then there was that one time on the yacht that became a rare ritual with him, Myr and her boss. He and Grace started to become close, and soon that grew into their own multiplayer events. Sometimes, what a harem man wanted was one wife at a time.

"What kind of games are we feeling?" Jan asks as she takes another bite of the chocolate cheese cake she is having for dessert."I think we are a bit too old for spin the bottle." Sasha teases. "Maybe twister after we have time to settle away our dinner?" she chuckles as she cuts off a bit of her Boston cream. "Or truth or dare?" she says with an evil smile. "Twister is fun though I think I'll need a bit before I'm ready to bend and twist like that." Jan says, "Its like swimming don't want to dive right in after eating unless you want to be sick."

"That's a myth," Dave dismissed blandly, slurping down his fourth Dew for the night. "Everyone knows digestion's going to happen in the limo before we hit home. By the time we get into that house, you'll be ready to bend and twist enough to make a male onlooker I'm gonna kill interested in joining the game." The wolf lord decided he wasn't really interested in dessert tonight, at least not from the restaurant. The meat was quality enough that it didn't need a fancy cake or bowl of ice cream made in-house to top off the experience. Besides, he could just as easily prepare a banana split at the homestead when they would arrive. He pondered for a moment, hands over one another on the table as he leaned back in thought."Truth or Dare don't seem half bad," he remarked thoughtfully. "Though no fun if it's just us three, and...wanna keep it clean for once."

Dave killed the glass of Mountain Dew, pushing it aside and sitting contently in his seat. If he were capable of developing a gut from all the food he ate, he'd have loosened his belt right then and there. His gaze wandered over to Sasha briefly, one hand straying off the table and onto her lap, fingers wriggling in a tickle motion."I'll contact the limo driver," he suggested. "We'll have the bill by the time it gets here, and wait time will, literally, be one minute tops for him."

"True plenty of time to let things settle down on the ride home" Sas replies offhandedly. "Not that we normally do that." She says with more chuckles. "Though I guess we should a little. Just a little."

"So take out the food related dares?" Janet suggests. "The pancake syrup, chocolate sauce, and melted ice cream made one hell of a mess." "Don't forget the whip cream fight." Sasha says. "Mustard and Ketchup war was fun till someone took it in the eye" Jan giggles.

"Sounds like a plan. Don't want to keep the driver waiting. Or block the entrance." Sasha agrees.

Janet finishes her shake and dessert then excuses herself to the bathroom. Sasha joins her after a bit. The two linger for a while. The comes out wearing each others clothing. Janet wearing her mothers fiery halter top and bracelets. For bottoms she wearing a pair of loose mesh shorts at transition from opaque at the crotch to pretty much sheer at the sides of the hip. The shorts showed off the expensive lacy underwear she had on underneath. The young dingo keeps her sword and shield.

Sasha take on her daughter's outfit was even more simple. The dingo simply wore the dress and nothing else. The dingo showed a lot of cleavage over the top of the dress and a lot more leg as dingo wears the dress higher and looser to keep modest.

The two dingo's return to the table showing a lot more leg and skin in general. The elder dingo sits immodestly with a leg up in a position that reveals the uninterrupted skin of her right side all the way up to above her hips. She smiles at Dave.

"By all means," Dave replied simply, an inkling in his gut that they were doing more than evacuating. That was something he still found concern with, both as a husband and a father. What even started that, anyway? Archives' crew was usually incestuous anyway, but from his own bloodline...Baldric dropped off the bill, Dave silently figuring the numbers to give him a proper tip. He finally settled on 20% and signed off the check, thanking the old wolf graciously for his service. Dave would have furthered that thanks to Baldric's military service, but late night business was beginning to pick up, and Sasha and Janet came back with their clothes switched.....as for the why, Dave didn't even bother to ask.

He took Sasha's hand as she sat beside him again, stroking over the top with a thumb. His phone vibrated, and he checked the text message, nodding."Ride's here," he announced to his family, standing up. "Shall we get goin'?"